Esther Ranzten regrets not fingering Jimmy Saville.

"How's about that then?" OK, equally meaningless. Savile has always looked like a spooky individual to me, but - thankfully - that doesn't actually make him guilty of anything.

I grew up in Leeds, where JS had the idea of linking two record decks, and invented the job of DJ. He pushed my dad on a trolley in Leeds General Infirmary (dad told him to "fuck off"; he wasn't a fan) and a lot of Yorkshire people speak highly of the man.

Me? A man is innocent until proved guilty. But, Christ, he was creepy...